The Catalyst

I've had a pretty productive (though rather expensive) day today. I cleaned my room, my car (note: picture is not actually my car, just the same model), and my laundry. Picked up my paycheck and deposited it, then did some light grocery shopping at Hannaford and a bit of shopping at Walmart. Also stopped in to see some friends, one stop to drop off some stuff, the other to pick up some stuff. (Vague, yes, but nothing untoward, I promise.)

My most expensive purchase, though not TOO pricey, was a set of hand weights to start working out. I'm not overweight by any stretch of the imagination, but I do need to work on muscle tone, strength, and endurance. And I've totally been slacking on the physical activity (writing blogs is far from being active). So from now on, I plan to do a bit of exercising at least twice a week. Let's see how long I keep this up, eh?

I'm still searching for a muse to get back into any sort of artistic endeavor, be it drawing, painting, sculpting, photography, etc., etc. The most I've done recently was throw together Buz's new Twitter avatar for him (which he actually asked for before Christmas, and I didn't even start until last weekend). One of the things I picked up at Walmart today was a cheap $4 wall clock to take apart and make my own face for. Problem is, I haven't really decided what to put on it. Really, the best thing I can probably do to work through this is just sit down and doodle till my hands fall off, but the perfectionist in me can't bring myself to do that; the last couple doodles I started ended up crumpled in the trash.

I've always been inspired by music; there's an veritable ocean of songs that I can identify with on some level, and they kindle a desire to create something, but I can never really get it out the way I want. In thinking about all this, though, I'm formulating an idea that I'm surely just trying too hard. The next time this urge surfaces, I should put pencil to paper and just create. Abstract art is some of my favorite, but I've never tried my hand at it. It's probably about time I did. Music is the catalyst.

One last thing to mention: a dinner planned this Sunday evening has evolved from me and Buz hosting my mother and the kids, to me inviting Kayla as well. My head's a bit jumbled on what I should expect of the situation; there are a hundred ways this could play out, but the most obvious I'm coming up with: Markus and Melisa won't leave her alone the entire time. Which I don't really think will be a bad thing, but I don't want them to get the wrong idea. They're only eight years old, and the last girl they saw me hanging out with was Heaven (who, at the time, was my girlfriend and they knew her as such); I don't want them to automatically think that's the situation now. I'm just picturing one of them asking her if she is. As much as I'd like that to be the case, we're just friends, and I promised not to push beyond that.

And I'll stop there, before I start going into more personal details that are better left off the internet. (Oh, you want to hear more? Tough noogies.)